Please Don't Stop the Music

You could simply say that Sonata hadn’t planned ahead for the night, she was just strolling the streets, unsure what to do with herself before she stumbled into a bar. As of now thought, the green eyed girl with the doe-like eyes was sitting on a stool near the bar, staring ahead at the college students who were obviously too drunk to realize much of what they were doing, and currently performing… An interesting retake on an old song.

Her eyes scanned the bar itself as she tried to get the karaoke that was currently being played out of her mind, her hands shook slightly, and there was a reason, most definitely, the reason was simply she had never drunk an alcohol before.

Now she knows she’s 25 and she must have experienced before, but the turquoise haired girl had never touched a beer, the side effects she had read up on online scaring the kind girl away, but today she was going to do it…. Just not right now.

She had already had enough, but as her eyes scanned the karaoke area, where the college kids were still hogging the mic, her eyes suddenly flashed with a rare emotion on this certain female. Want. Her hands clasped the edge of the circular table she was sitting at, and the girl took a deep breath before hopping out of her own seat, and making her way over to the side of the stage, where a man was seemingly taking willing singers down. Sonata took the song list and flicked through, she was going to try something, singing infront of people who would not remember anything tomorrow.

Her eyes suddenly spotted a song that she remembered from the time she first came to the shore, and she smiled softly, her eyes meeting the mans.

“This one please.”

She said, pointing it out to the man before waiting, rather impatiently at the stage side for the college kids to shut up, wait, to hush up. That was a much nicer way of putting it.

Maybe drunk people were a little disrespectful, so as the emerald haired siren stood before the crowd, clicking her tongue slightly, she didn’t mind they wouldn’t shut up, it gave her time to mentally prepare herself, but then suddenly a loud buzzing feed erupted from the speakers, and Sonata clasped her hands over her ears for a few seconds, before slowly uncovering them. It was darker than before, and the girl shuffled slightly under the crowds gaze, confused and somewhat pissed.

Great. At least she had their attention now thought. The females jade eyes scanned the bar for a moment before, looking for any source of the crowd to figure out who exactly had done it, or what… But all she saw was a male who had some thankful look in his eyes, but before she could look at him any further, a cough from the sound man caused her to glance in his direction, and a mere second later he nodded, and the sound of a song started.

The backing track to the slow song titled ‘already home’ (by a great big world), quite a normal song for a normal girl, a song with not too much of a backing track and a slow pace, causing many of the bar goers to more or less groan. But then Sonata opened her mouth, her hands clasped tightly on the microphone and she smiled, not a nervous one, but rather, one that knew what it was doing. She was a siren, and she knew she sounded great, but flaunting this was not her specialty, so she swayed, with a hip swing now again, but mainly she was focusing on getting the lyrics right, giggling at one stage for forgetting a lyric, but continuing as if nothing happened, her voice bellowing, she didn't even know if the microphone worked.

The applause was one the female was not expecting, but she welcomed it anyway, her eyes shining slightly before she descended from the stage, allowing the next singer to do their thing. She ran a hand through her loose green locks before noting there was a male, with an average look for somebody here on the island… Sonata smiled softly before walking over to him, her eyes curious.

The man was one younger than her, she could tell from him eyes, but she realized it may not be appropriate to call this out, nor say anything about the features of anothers. She wasn’t sure how the bar worked, or how people who came her acted, so she clasped her hands infront of her and smiled graciously, excepting the compliment from the male with the peculiar brown hair.

“Thanks, is it not common for people to sing such songs thought?”
Her curiosity was thick in her voice, she was unable to realize that the people of the bar usually sung popular songs or old classics of an upbeat tune, rather than some slow song with hidden meaning. The girl if anything was young in the terms of what happens in bars, but that also made her old in a way, but she still smiled softly.
“Don’t answer that, sorry.”

She giggled slightly before she leant on the counter or table or wherever they were at and took another look at the male… He was the one who at the very start had a strange look in his eye… Sonata hummed slightly before glancing at the other drink suspiciously.
“Do… You come here often?”

And now she knew why the male looked partially different. Sonata smiled softly before picking up her drink and smelling it slightly, her eyes dilating at the bitter smell. She bit her lip slightly, before taking a small sip and putting it back down, trying not to let the rather peculiar taste get to her.
So the man had come to the island a few days ago… That explains his appearance, and probably also the fact he’s in a bar. Her eyes explored the bar again, taking in the drunks having fun and well… letting it loose.

“Don’t call me miss, that makes me sound old.” She smiled softly before taking a small sip of her beer and adjusting her white skirt slightly so it fanned over her legs comfortably. “But honestly, who’d want to forget their life, sure they can have it rough, but in the end its what makes them, well… themselves?”

Sonata didn’t have to respond to the drink part, as she already was sipping the strange liquor. She toyed with her hair slightly, before resuming to her hands being in her lap. The male next to her honestly seemed kind, he was explaining to her what happened in a place like this, and that could really be enough.

Sonata nodded her head, he was probably right in a way, maybe forgetting about life’s problems could be something people need every once in a while, despite their chose to do it… In a rather peculiar manner. She noted the male seemed to be examining his drink, or thinking about something, either way it seemed to perplex Sonata, but she just shook it off and took another bitter sip.

“I guess we all die in the end, but who needs to stress about that now when you may have a life infront of you, its better to live it than pretend it’s not worth it because there’s some kind of end.”

The female’s grip on her beer cup became stronger and she sighed. It seemed many people didn’t care about their lives and were scared of what was to come only because there was always an exit to an entrance, always an end to a story, if you think about it to much where will you get yourself in life?

Of course she wasn’t one to talk, all she did was care for sea animals until she discovered the island, but at least she was doing something she liked. The female took a bigger sip from her drink before shaking her head and placing her glass back on the table. The male then introduced himself as Murphy and started to go on about pronouns and things to call her. Murphy sounded like an old fashioned name, or a common last name, but somehow seemed to tie this whole appearance of the male, all ranky and a little dirty yet oddly charming, together.

“My name’s Sonata, Sonata Chord.”